8.
some dreams are infinite it takes
but a few words to evoke those
emotions are a whole sea of waves
useless to separate them to make
some sense just a few words
can take you to sea free the page
among waves and winds
let the reader fly
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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9.
I’ve tried to explain
how the whites around
the words are so important
to me those silences I caress
on paper breaths spaces
make the poem
.
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
ninfea dei boschi
ti sembravo e ti dissi no
avevo i capelli corti
e pantaloncini
nulla sembrava
fluire con il vento se non
gambe e braccia
lunghe e il sorriso biondo
.
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
10.
have you been to that quiet corner
in your house when you shut out
all the superficial chatter where
you are the spirit of poetry
.
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
11.
there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you
.
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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*
non mi sono mai
seduta in riva al fiume
a meditare la vita
scorreva veloce dentro
e la domenica fu
meraviglia dopo meraviglia
una festa a sorpresa
.
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12.
Cloud have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
.
*
a petal can lead
to an expanse of flowers
of poetry and lightness
surprisingly colored
to an internal suburban world
projecting me with telescopic
vision toward the earth I who
believes to be above it
within not yet under
I who believe and know no more
I who believes evermore that
I’m and nothing else matters
who loves to live an atom
at a time my own explosion
.
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This poem appears in the first volume of the California Notebooks.
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A tiny taste of the radio interview I did in Milan, Italy, two weeks ago. The first poems is in English.
Un piccolo assaggio video dell’intervista all’Onda di Radio Navigli di Milano del 21-6-18. La seconda poesia è in italiano.
Text below/Testi a fondo pagina
*
I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
ancient holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
*
ho visto la pioggia
camminare sul mare
bussava senza sosta
incapace di scavare
buchi antichi
come nelle rocce
perchè era
accolta
era ben accolta
*
I didn’t dislike
school most days
yet I was anxious
each day to go home
to have lunch while
reading – to then take a small
break after the meal – under
the sun on the balcony
reading again underlining
my dreams to come
adding notes to my
future days
.
.
.
.
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
vorrei essere casa
nel deserto
spalancata al nulla
in attesa
vulnerabile al vento che
mi riempie
di nulla
di sospiri di terre lontane
nata in sogno scrivo
e svanisco
.
.
.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
*
just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
.
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
,
Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
non voglio
che nessuno muoia senza
un po’ di poesia
un tono
d’amore o compassione
passione
ti auguro
l’urgenza di valicare
questa
soglia
mentre sei nella tua dimora una
bella pelle
desiderando che
arrivi quel tocco dall’alto
.
.
.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
*
let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
.
.
.
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
.
Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
non voglio
lasciare mai più
questo silenzio
questa pace che
ieri mi spaventava
preludio di cielo
come lo ricordo
.
.
.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
